On December 9th 1995 we moved to our new home in Country Meadows, Parker Colorado. I had been back and forth to our new home several times during the week with bits an bobs, things I could move in the car. It was so exciting, a brand new house and it was our home. It was much larger than the house we owned in England and had a beautiful big light airy kitchen with a ceramic tiled floor. I was so happy.
Joanna was even happier.
As it was December, the very first thing we put in our new house was a Christmas tree. We assembled it and decorated it and there it stood, alone in our new living room, majestic in its serenity. It was really hard to sleep the night before the move. Lester has stayed up late packing the moving truck and early Saturday morning, we made our first trip to Parker.
We were one of the first to move into our Court, some houses were in the process of being built and there were still some empty lots. Lester backed the big rental truck onto our new drive way and we started to unpack. It was a wonderful day!
We were soon joined by our good friend Chuck. I gave him the biggest hug because without him, we wouldn’t have the house. He helped make it all happen.
Not long after our other friends, Judy and Bob, showed up. I don’t remember ever being made to feel so welcome. Was it just because we were British, and people enjoyed our accent and thought we were funny? We had made more friends in less than a year in the US, than we had made in the whole time we lived in England and we were enjoying it immensely.
Joanna, Judy and I drove into Parker and purchased a selection of culinary delights form MacDonald’s, which we still enjoyed back then. It made a satisfying lunch.
It was an exhausting, but rewarding day. Joanna’s bed was delivered the same day. A California redwood cabin bed with a matching desk and chest of drawers. For the first time in her life she had a bedroom that looked like it came from a magazine. Her bedding and curtains matched, it was fabulous. For a short while she was the happiest girl on earth. When the truck was unloaded for the last time, Lester took it back to the rental office. Joanna and I just enjoyed the novelty of our lovely new home. The house below is not the one we bought, but is almost exactly the same, on the same street and built by the same builder. Looking at it brings tears to my eyes as I remember just how excited I was when we moved in.
When Lester got back, I opened a bottle of wine and we just enjoyed being there. Some moments are hard to describe and that was one of them. We had been in the US for less than a year and struggled to get used to a new way of life. Joanna had mastered the school system and was excelling in her classes. We were surviving on one pay check as I couldn’t work yet, but we were doing it. We knew there would be other battles to fight, but for the time being, life was good.